Thin Ice Songtext
von The Miller Stain Limit

I heard a good joke yesterday
Now it slips my mind
If you ever win the lottery
I just want your time
Then I go outside
And it looks the same
What do you have under your sleeve
There′s no guarantee
I build it up I break it down
The cure is the disease
Then I go outside
And it looks the same
And I wonder why
I gave you the power
To destroy me at your will
Now I'm standing on the thin ice